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Saturday, December 13, 2014

34 - ‘Come gentle night…’

As soon as he was off work
for the night Kemp changed back into his jeans and shirt, checked that his
knives weren’t visible, and headed out onto Bourbon. The night was warm and the
street still crowded with tourists and locals out for a good time. Kemp knew he
had very little cash to spare. That meant either going back to the rat-trap of
a hotel he’d stayed at for a couple of nights the last time he’d been in New Orleans, or finding a
safe place to sleep rough.

He decided to check out some
spots he knew of where it might still be safe to bed down for the night, away
from prying eyes. One was down by the river front so he headed that way. As he
walked the familiar streets he remembered all the times he and Owen had done
the same thing. He paused at the spot where he’d first met Rikard, when the
vampyre had thought he was going to slay Owen. He and Owen had laughed about
that later but at the time Kemp hadn’t been sure he wouldn’t be the one dying.

When he got to the river
front more memories came surging back of his times with Owen. This had been
their favorite place in the city and they’d spent many hours here just talking
and walking, getting to know each other. Kemp wondered if Owen had ever come
here again after they’d been forced into separation.

It didn’t take long for him
to discover that the spot he’d been looking for had been taken over by a couple
of street kids who had no intention of sharing their space with him. So he
headed back through the Quarter to the other side. He knew the place that he
was thinking about would not be as safe, but if he was careful and stayed on
high alert he’d be able to avoid any vampyres that used mausoleums in the
cemetery as their hidey-holes during the day.

When he reached Rampart he
paused, sensing the presence of a lone vampyre on the prowl. Locating him, Kemp
watched from a distance as the vampyre homed in on a young man, obviously
drunk, a few yards ahead of him. The vampyre caught up with his intended
victim, gripping his arm to drag him into the darkened doorway of an abandoned
building.

Kemp pulled out his knives
as he quickly but silently joined the pair. The vampyre had shoved the
inebriated man against the wall and was just about to start feasting when he
must have felt Kemp’s arrival. He whirled around, claws and fangs at the ready.
Kemp stepped into his space, smiling tightly as he adroitly avoided having his
arm lacerated, while managing to make a telling strike across the vampyre’s
bicep. Since the blades were silver the long gash he inflicted did not
immediately heal. The vampyre swore angrily as he attempted to defend himself.
The battle was short and ended badly for the vampyre. Once the ashes settled
Kemp checked to make certain the young man was all right and then stepped back
onto the street.

“Seems you’ve improved in
the last year,” a voice said from the shadows of a nearby doorway.

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